Journey

Even from the enclosure of my room
I can smell the brine of the tempestuous seas,
I can feel the burning sands of unconquerable deserts
and the winters of frozen forgotten ice kingdoms.
Even from my bed I am transported as far my mind can lead.
I have but my dreams, and how I do dream;
the limit is only as far as I dare take myself.

When death smiles its coldening grin at me one day
I want to be able to say, to myself:
I journeyed far, I saw the ends of the earth;
every wicked and wonderful thing—I saw all these things.
The best and worst of what men and women are
I experienced to the fullest, and embraced it all.

I—I journeyed far and I journeyed wide;
I saw it all
and I saw myself.

Experimental IV
M.M. —  26-Jul-2013